Man, what's wrong with you?

It was a little hot. She had spilled some red wine on Jeremy, so he had taken off his coat and wore only a shirt. The top three buttons were unbuttoned. He managed to look casual and elegant at the same time, radiating an air of authority and nobility.

He heard the sound of Sherry's footsteps, and turned. His face was stiff.

Sherry kept her expression cold and distant. She walked past without looking at him.

However, Jeremy had no intention of letting her go that easily. Although Sherry was very tired, he would force her to talk to him.

Sure enough, he asked lightly, "Are you done? Did you enjoy yourself?"

Sherry took a deep breath, trying not to show her anger. She ignored his insinuating questions and continued walking.

Jeremy was a difficult man to ignore. Despite her pretended indifference, he moved towards her, stretching out his hand. Sherry knew he would try to reach for her, so she stepped to one side, avoiding his touch.

But Jeremy was too quick for her. In an instant he had taken her hand, pulling her to a stop. He turned her to face him and said, "You had the courage to dance with Steve. Now you don't even have the guts to face me?"

Sherry met his cold gaze. She could see the anger in his eyes, hidden beneath his flat expression.

"I don't need to answer your questions," she said coolly. Sherry spoke as though she was fending off the intrusions of some unwelcome stranger.

Her attitude successfully provoked the anger that he had been trying to conceal. Sherry had a way of wielding her words like a sharp knife. She never failed to make him lose control of his temper.

"Tell me, what questions would you be interested in answering? It looked like you were having a nice chat with Steve, but you were unwilling to be with me. Don't tell me you've fallen in love with him." Jeremy's eyebrows were knitted and his thin lips were twitching. Sherry maintained an air of indifference.

Falling in love with Steve? What a joke! That was the funniest thing Sherry had ever heard. She had absolutely no warm feelings for Steve. She felt as cold towards him as an iceberg. Still, just the sight of her spending time with another man always triggered Jeremy's wild accusation.

"That's impossible," she said flatly. "Don't even imagine that I could ever love someone like Steve." Sherry hated it when Jeremy assumed that she was in love with every man who approached her.

"Have you forgotten what I told you? Just because Steve is interested in you, you throw yourself at him!" His grip tightened painfully on her hand, and he scowled at her.

These days, it seemed that Sherry could provoke him almost effortlessly. Every moment he spent with her left him restless. Every time he spoke to her, she made him crazy.

Sherry gave him an icy look and looked down pointedly at her hand, which was beginning to ache from how hard he squeezed. The skin beneath Jeremy's grip was turning red, but she said nothing about the pain. Instead she said, "I am not throwing myself at him. There, are you satisfied?"

She didn't want to waste any more time arguing with him.

He was not reassured. "Of course, you're playing it smart by playing hard to get," he accused.

had been so calm a moment ago, but

realized that she was no longer the sweet, weak girl he

like he couldn't recognize her anymore. The

the same way as you!" She tugged on her hand, trying

I wrong? It's so easy for you to play around with men!" His eyes shot daggers at her. She stared into those deep black eyes that seemed to be

She knew that it would be useless to keep talking. He would never be convinced by anything she said. She struggled to pull her hand free and said in a determined voice, "I warn you, we aren't at home right

as much as you want. Let everyone see me harassing you!" With that, he released Sherry's hand. But at the

was in vain. He held her in an unbreakable grip. Without warning, he lowered his head and kissed her hard on the

fury in his kiss. It frightened her. She tilted her head back and leaned to one side, trying to escape his kiss. Jeremy lifted a hand to the back of her head, continuing to kiss her. His hand was warm and strong

overbearing, forcing his lips against hers, his tongue pressing against her closed mouth. She wanted to scream but didn't dare to part her

him so much that he kept losing control. He kissed

his kiss for another second, Sherry opened her mouth to bite down on his tongue. He

kissing her. However, Jeremy reached out and

intentions in his eyes. To her, the punishing kiss felt like an attack, and she frantically raised her hands to ward

not knowing

further. Seeing her hesitation, Jeremy gave her a mocking smile. "What? What were you going to say? Are you

She flinched as he pinched the sweet curve of her bottom. She glared at him

his face froze. "I don't care how much you

he didn't care that she hated him, then why wouldn't he just let her go? His fierce, imposing manner made Sherry feel wary, and she

wondered fearfully if he was planning to take her right

"Please don't," she whispered.

the terrible look on Jeremy's face made her think that he was

with other people, but I know you have not been innocent

snapped,

going to

that Jeremy did and said to her. He made her feel so awful, all

and lifted a hand to her face, running his thumb gently over her lower lip. Because of her fear and anger, her lips were trembling slightly. He said in a hard tone, "I'm not done with

anymore. She didn't want to listen to the nasty

and soul.

heard these outrageous claims from him many times, and she was tired of his

and stepped back again.

rushed away, hoping

that they belonged with each